It was a pleasure then Could you just be here again To know what there was to see When all the Sunday people Were so quiet in the dark Afraid to be better the next day
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It was a pleasure then When we could sit and stare again Until the stars fell through The cloudy trees onto the grass Stars to smile with us Until they too had tears in their eyes You tell us this one tale Of how much we must not agree
It was a pleasure then To see the dying days again In horror of the nights Never never never Never be too bright We've got no secret Heart to hide somewhere at last As long as we could see The sky confess this crime Of bitter tasting hatefulness Above our shattered minds
It was a pleasure It was a pleasure
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